Das ist für all die Kinder, die in einem Sturm aufgewachsen sind.

i would hurt a fly

and i would hurt a worm

that's how i do it

i'm a kid raised in a storm

they call me satan's daughter

with black blood in my veins

personality disorders

it's myself i can't restrain

i'm a kid raised in a storm

far away from any norm

troubled water freezes

like the acid that i'm bleeding

i sow the wind and reep the whirlwind

i'm just another girl in

a world like a teacup

a tempest in a teapot

raised in a storm

from the day i've been born

a hella windy place

that i can call my fate

conscience-proof

the ground i lose

still belongs to me

cause i've been raised in a storm and the storm is here

bad blood flows

i tasted blood

and accidentally mistook it

with what they call love

kids raised in a strom

there's nothing behind their eyes

their eyelids are translucent

see the disguise